MYO-1364: Madeira

Andi had missed out on the exact context of why Shibani had decided to have such a massive birthday party, but that was hardly going to stop her from attending it.  Who cared why?  It was happening! She hadn’t been to very many birthday parties.  Since almost all succubuns were born during March - she’d heard of one or two who ...

It was truly annoying to keep getting customer reviews that wanted employees to have a uniform.  Madeira had ignored the first dozen, since they had all been from the same pride bun and she’d gotten the distinct sense that he didn’t like having to remember that servers were unique individuals too.  She had ignored the next dozen, made after he had stopped coming in, because she just thought it was stupid, but after still more this week - including one from...

Madeira knew she was probably too picky when it came to shopping for food goods.  Azgad, for all his failings, had brought her up to have very fine tastes and high demands on the quality of her ingredients, though, and she could hardly just shake that off and eat what she found lacking. At least now she had enough carats coming in a month that it wasn’t as big an issue as it had been… ...

Hutch had been… not much help to Madeira in learning about imps and their color changes.  They seemed to have some kind of weird feud going on with another imp shop that sold more ‘unique’ ones or something. She wasn’t really going to get into the middle of that, but she did opt to head there one day before the diner’s opening.  She’d convinced Pectin to come with her for once, though her chirop wasn’t...

Madeira was still surprised, even as she was walking there, that another bun had invited her over to their home… Sure, that bun had been a customer at her restaurant, which made it a bit weird - and they seemed to be Dan’s partner or something, but…  She’d never experienced that before, really, being invited to someone’s home.  (Unless Oleander’s room at the Church counted, but she kind of didn’t think...

Looking over her finances for the month, Madeira couldn’t help but smile.  Spinning her chair around, she stood up, almost dancing into the living room.  Pectin was snoozing on the couch and squealed when she picked it up and spun it around.  “Do you want to go get dango?” she asked. Pectin’s wings fluttered eagerly as they chirped.  A customer had ‘...

“You’re not cool enough to hang out with me.” Madeira stared at the bun who she had sat next to for a long moment, though she couldn’t make out features too well with the bar’s very dim lighting, baffled.  “Wow, you’re making a lot of assumptions,” she said.  Sure, this was a cheap bar - way ...

It had been… a while since Madeira had returned to the Church of Sulfur. She had mixed feelings about coming back now, a little before Matentine’s, but… she wasn’t interested in experiencing this ‘heat’ thing that other buns talked about, and the church was the place to go to get things to avoid that. Plus, Mercy still seemed to want regular checkups on how she ...

Madeira was exhausted and her feet fucking hurt by the time she hit her break time and could go sit down.  It was a slow night at the bar, if not the restaurant she was working at in the Wonderland Casino, so she went there, and promptly just rested her face on the countertop. Hops gave her a sympathetic pat on the head.  “...

“You’ve wasted a great deal of my time this evening,” the elegant looking bun said, hands on her hips. Madeira chewed on the inside of her cheek, uncomfortable.  She didn’t really know what she had done wrong…  Or who this bun was, for that matter. “My time is very valuable, and what you did...